John F. McCullagh
Wrong Island - Poem by John F. McCullagh
I love the Macadamia nut
dipped in dark chocolate for me.
I enjoy a good cup of Kona
from those islands across the sea.
I delight in the scent of the flowers
(I do so enjoy getting Lei'd)
The sweet succulent taste of pineapple
could serve as my breakfast each day.
Roast pig is a treat at a luau.
Mahi Mahi, fresh caught from the sea
I do think I'm on the wrong Island-
stuck in traffic on the L.I.E.
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